L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Smother Harness Match - Continued from The Royal Standard
To win the match, one competitor must secure her opponent in a smother harness and smother her to knockout.

Avery finally released the microphone, the smug curve of her lips barely fading as she watched LAW officials scurry into action. They began preparing for the match Avery had anticipated for days but kept a secret, even from the higher-ups. Her meticulous planning ensured that the smother harness, a device she personally had the ring crew member smuggle ringside, would be ready for this exact moment. The thrill of her preparation coming to fruition made her heart race, but outwardly, she maintained her veneer of complete control.

To her credit, Ducky barely flinched at the proposition, a response Avery had grudgingly expected. A lowly hedonist like Ducky had surely experienced her fair share of intimate humiliations before. Avery’s ice-blue eyes trailed Ducky’s every move as the blonde stormed back to her corner, running her mouth with the kind of defiance that Avery relished seeing because she knew it wouldn’t last. The smirk on Avery’s face only grew more pronounced as she reached her corner and began to detach the extravagant fur and cape from her skimpy leotard, revealing the toned perfection of her frame.

Avery

With every fluid motion, Avery exuded superiority, pausing only to chuckle at Ducky’s continued barking. She raised a perfectly manicured hand and waved dismissively, her voice dripping with mock amusement as she assured, “Oh, Ducky, you can keep squawking all you like. Just know I’ve cleared my entire schedule for the week to accommodate the interviews, reviews, and photoshoots after I smother you into irrelevance.”

The referee, looking almost comically uncomfortable, took center stage. With the harness held high for all to see, the official explained the rules of this unorthodox match. The crowd roared their approval, captivated by the drama and spectacle of it all. Avery soaked it all in with evident satisfaction, stretching lightly against the ropes to further showcase her divine figure. This was her creation, her idea, and she would reap all the rewards.

Once the ref stepped aside, Avery sauntered to the middle of the ring with the confidence of a queen surveying her kingdom. Her long legs carried her in smooth, deliberate strides, and her piercing gaze locked on Ducky, daring the blonde to meet her head-on. With the bell’s sharp clang signaling the start of the match, Avery paused, her posture regal and commanding.

She raised a hand, her fingers curling slightly in an imperious gesture, and said with silky arrogance, “Go ahead, darling. I’ll let you have the first move. Consider it a charity from your better.”

The match was on.

Things had finally reached the boiling point between Avery and Ducky, and now with a referee present and the smother harness presented, it was looking more and more like the two of them were struggling to stop from swinging at one another here and now! Still, both blondes would wait as the LAW officials quickly hustled to set the stage for the upcoming encounter, flying this way and that, all while Avery and Ducky continued to jaw back and forth at one another, each new insult driving a response from the other! However, before very long at all, the stage would be set, and the referee would make it into the ring, hoisting the harness up high as the stakes were announced! The pair of blondes sat glaring daggers at one another all throughout, but when it was finally time for the match to begin, they'd both be ready, though approach the beginning of the bout in very different ways!

Ducky, readying herself, would be surprised to find Avery simply strutting forward to the center of the ring, busty body on full display as she moved to stand directly in the center, taking the spot right away! Ducky's eyebrows raised, but then went straight back to their furrowed position as it became clear this was yet another show by Avery, with the pompous woman taking center stage almost immediately! There was a sense of superiority in how she moved, how she showed off her curves, and how she offered Ducky the first strike of the match, taunting the blonde once more!

For a moment, Ducky almost charged at her straight then and there, but after a second, her frown would disappear, and a smug smirk would take it's place. It was clear that the blonde had been struck by some inspiration, and she'd soon walk across the ring in the same fashion that Avery did, walking right up to meet her with a grin, glancing up at her.

"Alright, if you insist... just don't back out now. That'd be awfully telling if you did." With her own challenge in place, Ducky would hold a hand up, before running her tongue over her palm, licking it in preparation for what came next.

"Don't flinch now!" Called the blonde, as she turned to the side, reeling her hand back, as far back as it would possibly go, before swinging it forward with all the force she could muster! If Avery didn't move, Ducky's very first move would be one designed to sting as much as possible, as she would level a hellish chop directly at the chest of her opponent, looking to slam her hand flush against Avery's breasts and let the crack of skin-on-skin contact ring throughout the arena!

Avery basked in the symphony of the crowd’s reaction, their roars fueling her ego like the finest wine. She had lost a few of them earlier, true, for daring to insult their precious Ducky, but with her proposition for this deliciously charged match, Avery was confident she had reclaimed their attention. No one could resist the allure of such a spectacle, especially with her standing at the center of it. After all, she reasoned with herself, who could ever surpass her beauty, her charisma, her presence? No one.

As she stood tall, daring Ducky to accept her challenge, Avery couldn’t resist performing for the audience a bit more. She licked her lips sensually, her eyes scanning the crowd as if sharing a private joke with them. Her eyes idly danced over her nails, checking them for "imperfections" as if such a thing could exist, as though Ducky's hesitation was already boring her.

But Ducky made her decision. Avery tilted her head, her smug smirk unwavering, though her sharp eyes tracked every movement the blonde made. A rush? A tackle? Surely some mindless, heroic attempt to win the crowd. Avery braced herself but blinked in slight surprise when Ducky didn’t charge. Instead, her opponent advanced calmly.

Avery wondered at her, narrowing her eyes. She could feel the audience’s tension rise, sensing something brewing. Her sharp intuition told her Ducky had mischief planned. The raised arm revealed it, and Avery's ego dismissed it as trivial. Surely Ducky should stick to what she knew best, using those overly thick hips and legs. She straightened her posture proudly, her chest pushed forward like the queen she believed herself to be, and rolled her eyes.

“A chop? How quaint,” Avery drawled, her tone dripping with condescension. “Darling, there’s a reason I’m the Queen of Diamonds.”

But when Ducky’s arm swung, the sharp crack of her hand meeting flesh echoed like a gunshot.

Avery’s breath hitched, every muscle in her mouth and throat working overtime to suppress the scream clawing to escape. Pain radiated through her chest as the stinging impact reverberated from her breasts, almost making them quiver from the force. Her teeth clenched, her cheeks burning, not just from the chop but from the reaction of the crowd.

“OOOHHH!” they roared, the sound punctuating her faltering step backward.

She hated being hit. Beyond the pain, the nerve of someone daring to mark her pristine body—it boiled her blood. But she forced herself to stand upright again, her hands briefly clenching before smoothing over her thighs in an attempt to maintain her poise. She glared at Ducky, her lips curling into a defiant sneer.

“That,” Avery began, her voice tight enough for her to struggle to form more sounds but dripping with forced mockery, “is all you’ve got?” She managed to keep most of the shakiness from her tone, but her chest burned so badly that she could have curled up against the turnbuckle.

But she had to ignore it. Before Ducky could reply, Avery surged forward, her arm swinging in retaliation. She aimed a chop of her own squarely at Ducky’s chest, her palm slicing through the air with precision and force, seeking to leave her own mark.

It was a bold move, to offer the first hit to the very well provoked Ducky Williams, but Avery Merritt seemed to be confident in her ability to handle whatever came her way, and so Ducky would be met with her foe getting ready to receive the first move! Fighting back the more overwhelming urge to swing as hard as she could, Ducky opted for something that was far more satisfying, something that she knew she could dish out to Avery that would hurt like hell, and more importantly, would leave a lasting reminder! Ducky would walk up close, making sure that Avery knew exactly what was coming as she raised her hand up and licked her palm, giving her plenty of time to prepare! And then, after her opponent would confidently mock her chosen move, Ducky would swing her palm into Avery's chest as hard as possible, the skin on skin contact sending an echoing crack throughout the arena!

Oh, that hurt alright. Ducky could tell that it hurt, because despite dishing out the move, she could feel the sting in the palm of her hand, a hot pain that spread out slowly. If the pain in Avery's chest was anything similar, then she was likely in plenty of agony, despite the fact that she was doing her best to hide it! At first, Ducky was slightly worried that she hadn't done nearly as much damage as she thought, but when Avery opened her mouth, speaking through grit teeth, Ducky could tell that she was struggling to suppress her response to the chop, bringing a smug smirk to Ducky's face!

"Oh, you want more? Stay right there, and I'll give you another that- AAGH!" Ducky began to prepare herself, but all of the sudden, the bigger blonde would suddenly dart forwards, closing the distance between them in a flash, before swinging her own hand out! Ducky was treated to a taste of her own medicine when Avery's palm cracked against her chest, returning the chop with one of her own, causing Ducky's hefty chest to jiggle from the impact, the pale skin already showing a red handprint where she'd been hit!

"Rrrrgh! That's it!" Ducky hissed, the dam finally breaking on how much of Avery's antics she could endure, and the middleweight would finally snap, taking the first action she could think of! And it was a relatively simple one as well! Ducky would swing her hand up as quick as she could, looking to slam her palm into Avery, but this time, her slap was aimed for her opponent's pretty face! And whether or not it hit, Ducky would follow it up by ducking low and quite literally diving directly into Avery's midsection, looking to slam her shoulder into her and send her crashing down to the mat with a makeshift tackle! In just a few seconds, this match had devolved into a frenzied mess, with Ducky trying to take control of it!

Despite the tearing, stinging ache radiating through her chest, Avery Merritt didn’t falter. The sharp burn across her breasts and sternum screamed for reprieve, but she instead channeled that pain into her retaliation. With a sharp inhale and a twist of her shoulders, she threw her weight into the chop, her palm cracking loudly against Ducky’s chest. The impact reverberated through the arena like a gunshot, drawing a gasp from the crowd.

The instant the blow landed, Avery’s hand throbbed painfully, and she pulled it back instinctively, flexing her fingers. For a moment, the pain was almost enough to make her believe she’d cracked a bone. Logically, she knew that was absurd, but the stinging reminder was enough to remind her why she typically preferred kicking opponents with her sturdy legs rather than risking her delicate hands.

Hearing Ducky cry out, however, soothed her ache somewhat, even if she couldn’t completely suppress the urge to subtly rub her own chest. Her polished nails grazed over her cleavage as she felt the faint ridges of a red streak forming where her palm and two fingers had left their mark. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to push through, standing tall and defiant despite the pain.

"That," she said, rubbing her smarting hand and smirking despite the discomfort, "is what a real woman’s chop feels like."

She didn’t get to bask in her moment of triumph for long. Ducky’s response came swift and brutal. A resounding slap across Avery’s face that cracked just as loudly as her chop. The impact sent Avery reeling, her next words choking in her throat as her head snapped to the side. Her vision blurred for a split second, and a stunned gasp escaped her lips as she staggered backward, her balance teetering precariously.

Before she could fully recover, Ducky capitalized on the moment. The blonde bombshell threw her curvy frame forward, barreling into Avery with unrestrained force. Their bodies collided with a resounding thud, and Avery’s breath left her in a sharp gasp as she toppled backward.

The two went down in a heap of tangle and curves, their blonde locks fanning out on the mat as the weight of Ducky’s momentum crushed Avery beneath her. The crowd roared as the pair hit the canvas, their rivalry spilling into a chaotic heap of limbs and blonde fury, and Avery, pinned and flustered by her continuing and newest aches, could only glare into the lights above.

After an exchange of chops between the two blondes, things were already heating up at the expected rate, as Ducky's ire would lead her to respond to Avery's hit with a sudden and sharp smack, but unlike the others, this one would be aimed at her face! Ducky's palm cracked against the pale and pristine skin of Avery's face, sending her head snapping to the side from the force of the blow, likely a hit that would send waves of stinging pain rushing throughout the bigger woman's face! Ducky didn't give that pain any real time to set in before she would act once more, this time diving straight at the woman she had just hit, throwing a shoulder into her stomach! The makeshift tackle would slam the two women together and send them crashing into the mat, one landing atop the other in a tangle of limbs and blonde hair and simple abject rage, as they both scuffled to gain control!

However, Ducky had been the one to initiate the scramble on the ground, and so she was fully confident in her ability to take control over it, raising herself ever so slightly to see Avery staring up at the ceiling in a mild daze! With an advantage clearly in her vision, Ducky would rise up enough that she could push herself away from Avery, moving towards those big, thick thighs that the heavyweight was so proud of! A smirk slowly growing on her face, she would reach down and snatch up one of Avery's legs, hefting it up ever so slightly!

"How about you hold still down there and think about all the trouble that mouth is gonna cause you!" Ducky hissed, before suddenly gripping Avery's leg and stepping over it with one of her own!

In a quick movement, Ducky would attempt to bend Avery's leg, one over the other, whilst threading her own through, before swinging herself backwards and dropping onto the canvas with a hefty thud! If all went as planned, Ducky would immediately try to cinch in a classic and make it a point to go after Avery's prized legs, dropping into a figure four leglock that would strain her joint to an extreme level!

Avery winced, her vision still swimming from the sharp collision of her head against the mat. The ache from the slap lingered, a hot sting radiating across her cheek, and her chest heaved with indignation as much as pain. The realization that Ducky had capitalized on the moment was salt in the wound. She could feel the woman atop her, her weight pinning her down, and the unmistakable tension of her opponent's hands maneuvering her legs into a precarious position.

Avery lashed out instinctively, her manicured hand darting up to grab at Ducky’s flowing, golden locks. She intended to rip her off by sheer force, but before she could find purchase, a firm grip found her thick, curvy leg instead. The indignity of the moment struck Avery harder than the slap. Avery grit her teeth and swung her free leg upward, aiming a vicious kick at the back of Ducky’s head. But the shift left her exposed, her legs momentarily misaligned, and that was all the opening her opponent needed. Ducky seized upon the opportunity, maneuvering Avery’s limbs with the precision of a seasoned technician.

It wasn’t until Avery felt one of her calves press against the top of her other knee, hyperextending it unnaturally, that the full horror of the hold struck her. The pain was immediate and searing, shooting up her leg and into her hip like a jolt of electricity. A scream tore from her throat, raw and involuntary, as she clawed at her own hips and thighs in desperation.

Avery’s usual composure cracked further as her strikingly long, muscular legs, legs that had delivered countless kicks and scissors and held so many in awe, were bent into an ungainly, humiliating position. Her gaze darted downward, locking onto the sight of the unnatural twisting of her limbs that almost made her sick. Her calves strained against the pressure, her thighs trembling visibly under the assault.

“No, no, no!” she hissed, her voice a blend of frustration and panic. In that panic, she forgot all wrestling sense. Her hands flailed toward Ducky’s boots, shoving at them ineffectually as if brute force alone could break the hold.

Snatching hold of Avery's leg in the scramble that she had created by spearing the bigger woman down to the mat, Ducky would find her opponent unprepared to stop what she was looking to do as she held her limb hostage, a mistake she would capitalize on! Ducky was quick to shift into position, twisting Avery's leg so that one lay bent over the other, while her own legs filled in the gaps created by such a position, all so that she could throw herself backwards onto the mat, locking the hold and sending pressure immediately onto her opponent's leg! Ducky's position on the ground would let her prop her hips up and force Avery's bent leg down onto her outstretched one, sending an agonizing jolt through it! The figure four leglock was a classic for a reason, and Ducky would immediately show why it had garnered a reputation for being a terrible hold to be in despite some of it's other weaknesses!

And with the hold locked in, Ducky was able to get a good look at how Avery responded to the danger that was presented thanks to having her legs tied up like this, and the very short answer was that she didn't respond well at all! Ducky watched as she panicked and frantically pawed at Ducky's legs, trying to dislodge them in a fruitless effort, something that caused the blonde to scoff, before wrenching down even harder! Avery was going to get no mercy from Ducky, and as she pushed her hips up and wrenched down on the heavyweight's legs, she made that as clear as could be!

"Look at you! All that tough talk and here you are, begging me to stop?" Ducky sounded almost incredulous, like she couldn't believe the gall that Avery possessed, and once more, she'd wrench hard, sending another bolt of agony to her opponent!

"Tap out and then sit there lie a good girl while I put you in the harness, and MAYBE I'll let you go! That's the only way you're getting out of this, clearly!" Ducky taunted, before shifting her hips upwards again! The blonde had been more than incensed by Avery's comments, and it was clear now that if Avery was caught she'd get absolutely no mercy, a lesson that she'd need to learn and act on quickly unless she wanted to wrestle the rest of this match with a limp!

Avery gritted her teeth against the relentless torment Ducky was inflicting on her legs. The agonizing pressure sent jolts of pain shooting up her limbs, a cruel mockery of the power those same legs usually wielded with devastating efficiency. Her voice betrayed her, moans of anguish spilling out unbidden as her body buckled under the strain.

“Aaaghh—ahhh!” she cried, her frustration mixing with the sharp pangs coursing through her thighs and knees.

Ducky’s confidence only seemed to grow with each agonized sound, her grin wide and taunting as she worked the hold with cruel precision. The other blonde, manipulating Avery’s mangled legs, didn’t merely hold her in the figure-four. Her hips lifted off the mat, drawing a fresh wave of anguish from Avery’s lips as her legs twisted even further.

“Hnnggh! You—ugh!” Avery barked as her body jolted under the amplified pressure.

The words stung Avery’s pride, compounding the torment with a humiliation she rarely experienced. “Shut your mouth!” she snapped back, but her voice cracked, betraying her weakening resolve.

Desperation began to cloud her wrestling instincts as the pain mounted. She clawed at Ducky’s foot, nails digging against the woman’s boot in a futile attempt to twist it the wrong way and force her to relinquish the hold. But Ducky was unrelenting, wrenching the hold even tighter in response.

“Nnnaaaahhh!” Avery cried out again, her head snapping back as her body arched off the mat in sheer agony.

Her chest heaved as she fought against the tide of panic threatening to drown her. Then, amid the chaos of pain and frustration, a memory surfaced. A counter. She’d once seen a rival use it to flip the script on her very own figure-four.

Gritting her teeth, Avery summoned every ounce of strength left in her core and hips. Her powerful midsection tightened, the muscles rippling as she planted her hands firmly on the mat. With a guttural roar of effort, she twisted her body over, flipping herself and Ducky in one fluid, determined motion.

Their positions reversed. Ducky's legs were now pinned beneath Avery’s, the hold completely inverted. Avery’s face twisted into a grimace of effort as she pressed down, letting gravity and her still-strong hips do the work of applying pressure back onto Ducky.

Ducky grit her teeth as she pushed her hips upwards, each shift of her body forcing more and more pressure onto Avery's legs, an agonizing experience for her large opponent that would turn those prized weapons of hers into tools of her own destruction! It was effective too, Ducky could gather as much from the agonized screams that came from Avery every time that she shifted her hips again, feeling the legs twisted between her own resist, but go along and bend anyway in spite of it! Each time she reached out and grasped at Ducky's legs, the blonde's smirk grew a bit wider, knowing that any attempt to break free in that fashion would result in nothing gained! And Avery's panicked tone and screams of agony would mean that she was rapidly realizing that she was stuck with little that she could do about it if she didn't come up with the proper way out of the hold!

Ducky watched as Avery's back arched and she let out a ring-shaking scream, the agony truly getting to her, with Ducky aware that even an escape now would leave a lasting impact based on the damage done to her legs! However, it was shortly after this that Avery grit her teeth, and suddenly, Ducky could feel the entirety of her foe's body twisting in an effort to roll the pair of them over! Avery had remembered the classic counter for the figure four, and Ducky didn't have nearly enough time or weight behind her to stop her from performing it!

"Nnngh! Aaaahhh!" Ducky let out a yelp as Avery rolled them over, before the inversion of their bodies would quickly bring the pain from Avery's legs right into Ducky's a sharp sting of pain letting her know the counter had been successful! Avery was working the hold for as much as she could as well, but Ducky still had an advantage here, and that was the knowledge of when to cut her losses!

"Alright... that's enough!" The blonde hissed through grit teeth, before shifting her body and trying to withdraw her legs from the hold, having to pull them out from underneath Avery, but looking to unthread them all the same! Ducky would plant her hands on the canvas and really wrench to get her limbs free, looking to pull them out and then deliver a swift kick backwards to Avery's thigh as a parting shot! All before she would roll forwards and get some space, looking to return to a stand and force her foe to do the same, to see how the hold had affected her!